~~ A single blinking alarm clock is going off as it just blinks and no movement is seen in the darkness. The clock is seemingly blinking on 12:00 am like it is forgotten in some lost time. As if power was merely taken away from it for mere moments. Long enough to change the course of the flow of its time. A light flickers on as a looming figure of a man walks in and reaches down and lifts the clock and looks at it and clicks it off. he then turns and walks back out into another room as he sits down at a table with a meal prepared for him. he begins to eat slowly and carefully as he looks to his left and grabs the salt shaker as the television is turned on. He watches and listens as the WWA's Insider is being played as he shakes his head listening to Tommy Starr rant.~~

Shaman: " He just never learns does he. I have far more bigger concerns than him. Tracer Bullet has my full attention right now. Im going to find a way to defeat him if i have to tear his arms off his body."

~~ Shaman continues to eat his food. Obviously grumpy from lack of sleep. He finishes his food and gets up making his way into the kitchen and washes his dishes and leaves them to dry as he walks out into the living room and sits down sitting in a chair. He begins to think and watch the room quietly as he whispers to himself.~~

Shaman: " He is waiting to see me slip. Im not going to. Ive been to maticulous in my methods as of late. Everything is planned to the smallest detail. Ultimately i know no plan will work so i will have to improvise. Ive been training and what has he been doing. Nothing as far as i can tell. Then again this is Tracer Bullet he has plans and seems to be waiting for me to slip up. It will not happen. I am coming for you Tracer Bullet. Do you not hear me loud and clear. Do you not understand i have not been this driven to gain something in all my life. I want something that you do not have Tracer. Yet you nor i have had this goal in such a longtime. Corporate has seemed to want to keep this from us. No longer shall it be beyond my grasp. I want it and i will get it."

~~ Shaman picks up the remote and presses a few buttons as the tv comes to life as he watches his two matches with Tracer Bullet and himself. He watches and pays attention as a note is placed upon a folder near him that he didn't notice before. He picks up the folder and reads through it.~~

" Interesting very interesting. It seems there was something i could have done long ago that i forgot about completely. Oh well thats placed on the back burner for now. Im concentrating on the task at hand. Tracer Bullet is mine and i will win. So swears Shaman. I am done with hiding. Im done with the games played by everyone else. This man marches by the beat of a different drum."

~~ Shaman looks at the tv and concentrates on the moves and holds and each and every motion made by Tracer Bullet. He quietly watches each execution of the move. Each proper hold and the slightest quirk in anything that happens. He shrugs and pauses the match and rewinds it and then shuts off the TV he then stands and walks out onto the deck of his house and stares out into the desert enjoying the peaceful night sky. He looks seemingly at peace with himself. Although an inner turmoil is tearing at him. He sits in a lounge chair on the deck and stares at the stars and speaks quietly.~~

Shaman: " The dream has been reawakened Tracer Bullet. The hunger has returned. I feel alive again and your the first who is going to feel the burning that has returned to me. You are a respected friend and ally. You always have been. Three people in the WWA share a common trait. You, Denrol and myself are Franchise players. We are the real deal. The time periods between each of us differ. Yet behold we are the longest running guys in the federation. The world revolves around different things that happen and this even goes to show that you and i are revolving around each other in an endless dance of power struggles. Its time to wake up Tracer and see that Shaman and Tracer Bullet are going to throw down again and go for what is rightfully ours. All the years of service something is going to give and guess what. The title will be mine. Grunge can watch and wait to see who will come for him. We all know that the four men chosen to fight their way to the top is going to be most interesting indeed."

~~ Shaman leans back and closes his eyes momentarily and breaths in a deep breath as he speaks again softly.~~

Shaman: " Tracer less than a week away we are going to run into each other headlong into what we call a collision course of destiny. Tuesdays Gone Tracer Bullet tomorrow will be Wednesday one day closer to the day of judgement...."

~~ Shaman trails off and nods off to sleep as Suzy walks out to him and places a blanket over him and kisses his forehead and sits down in a chair beside him as she enjoys watching the stars in the sky as well.~~